- Iron Maiden Montsegur 歌词
- Iron Maiden
- I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later
I wonder why
What secret they took to their grave?
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so
God will know
His ownThe innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the chorus to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the
Cathars, to die and be free
The book of
Old Testament crippled and black
Satan, his weapon is lust
Leaving this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of lies
The perfect ones willingly died at the stake
And all of their followers slain
As for the knowledge of
God they had claimed
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all, so
God will know
His ownThe innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the chorus to kill on command
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
Still running heretics under our skies
As we kill them all, so
God know His own
Laugh at the darkness and in
God we trust
The eye in the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of
MontsigurBlood on the stones of the citadel
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